PRESENCE

Above the field summer and winter
The old tree lifts its branches
Upward and outward:  black, brown and green
Against the blue, white and gray,
Patient offering to the sun
Saying Here am I;
To the rain, birds and wind
Saying Here I am
And to man, Here I am;
And to earth gripped in loving hold
Upon stone and soil and flowing seep, saying
I am here, I am here.


Utah 1984
M. Reynolds